Best Partying Poems
Not a mythical creature,
or the patriarch of a lewd, cartoon family,
you are my roommate.
Well, one of them,
and you have been for two years now.
Superhero posters make your room your own.
Perhaps you’re concealing a secret identity
when you refuse to hang out with us;
on late night drives,
lunch or dinner,
all we do is make awkward small talk.
And you’re the only one
to keep his door locked.
Your girlfriend never comes around anymore,
you’re always at her place,
though, we don’t mind.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell where you are.
Perhaps you’re a murderer,
waiting for us to leave
so you can indulge in violent ceremony.
Whatever you’re into.
In the words of Jerry Garcia,
I implore you,
“Please don’t murder me.”
At Blitzen’s Christmas Dances Everyone Fields Glances
However, It Just Keeps Lecherous Men’s Nuances
Out Pacing Quietly Reserved Shy Things
Until Vodka Wields Xmas Yuletide Zings
6 November 2021
For Contest: Alphabet Soup
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Drinking is a frivolous joy
Much to feel as though you were a young boy
Having fun dancing with a girl
Now don't forget the most important part, which is not to hurl!
I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her.
Filled her script like I was a doctor.
Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me.
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.
The nation that rules with authority
Of the people and by the people-see
Needs fewer rules and laws
Since we are ruled by bills
Set by a few good men, change the polarity!!
**Inspired by John Freeman's contest-limerick on the subject of congress setting
rules they don't follow.
partygoers partying pock peck pock
A baa is just as good and effective as a peck for wools and beaks can repeal even the smallest of fleas through the movements of neck and the chewing of grass in meadows. It is said to be as hazardous as jumping out of a light aircraft at eight hundred feet when placing a bomb in a bucket. Erotic explosions explicitly excite. And a tidal wave of a tuning fork spins over and over a large table. Cute cockroaches cooing. And a bowl of leavened breadsticks chat to an operatic orange. It is to be ascertained that an orange can swim for many miles after leaping from a trawler at over fourteen million feet. Spool of solo spoon. And a wide angled shot video calls the cards caresses. Mystify nit a traffic jam on the highways, motorways and lanes. And bridleways are left to the little ones who charge through on horseback creating swabs of colourful criss crossed triangular orbs. Pan flash of a mystic mayhem delivered with a spade. But mystical mayhem's of manufactured monotonous musical movements move morously making moronic manic mortals. Pantomime is clever for ducks in tight bras. And whiskey drinking is best left when seated high upon twenty thousand whoopee cushions but when there is two billion people watching this show then the meerkats make money from fields of cane fruit. Stand then. Alight the purple bus backwards in a shape resembling a letter for alphabetical format is to be driven miles over many continents. Wow. And the little rat well he just got fat. Knitting rubbish in the sewers and attempting to sell the creations in the shops. But tinder for tender is not tenderness nor is it a temper tantrum in a glass avenue or a hallway. Hallucinations then. Wow. Fantastic frame. Interesting is it not to sit and dwell with over two hundred tuned bees. Hahaha icing a cake upside down on a ceiling beam. Baldry. And a dome arch very thin watching. Xxxxx catastrophically Z z z with a nice trotting mushroom cantering in a field. Z
Being gregarious by nature, they are not exempted
“No man is an island;” such they take as truth-prompted…
Hence, Partee and Friendee never want to be afflicted
by gatherings’ constrained, though they are affected.
With pandemic-caused community lockdown enforcement
Partee and Friendee never find themselves bereft of enjoyment
since their social media acumen and active involvement
pave way to their faith-access* for connectivity’s social engagement.
Midst rigorous health protocol compliance, they strive to reach out
transformed from being “party animals” to volunteer workers, no doubt
for prayer fellowships, their hearts beseech God toward goodness-route
to bless their worship services, giving praises to the Lord, with divine shout.
Today, Partee, together with Friendee becomes an avid “watch party” host
for livestreaming pursuits to spread the Gospel in every coast
they are led with wisdom and might of the Holy Ghost
while their followers are blessed with Bible verses they post.
*Romans 5:2 By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
December 20, 2020
3rd place, "PARTY FOLK" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/31/2020.
Born in nineteen forty four
We met when I was sweet sixteen
We found true love forevermore
My precious love ~ my soulmate
Spending our whole life together
With precious son ~ our only one
Then creeping like inclement weather
The Big C came it knew your name
You were so strong you were so brave
You fought just like a warrior
But in the end the evil stayed
It drained you and it claimed you
When on that day you went away
December two thousand and eight
My heart it almost broke in two
Life alone ~ no life without you
Born today St Patrick's Day
You will be seventy seven
And I am sure behind that door
They’ll be partying in heaven
I raise a glass of your favourite red
Chateauneuf du Pape
Thank you for your endless love
My darling
My soulmate
My sweetest chap
Written 17th March 2021
Happy Birthday to my dear husband Frank who left this world too soon...
Contest All Yours (Mar 17)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Contest Name A Poem to your spouse on his-her birthday.
Sponsor Funom Makama
High heels
Toe peels
One Footle for Judy Konos
Zelene Desha
July 8, 2015
When I saw this picture of me and a time long left behind
I’m not sure why or how…but William Shakespeare came to mind.
‘The time of life is short’ he wrote…and William was in the know
because this picture was taken, if I’m not mistaken, over 30 years ago.
The three women seated to my right are still as beautiful as can be
but when I look at this picture I’m left to ponder…what has happened to me?
First of all let me apologize for my clothing…I’m not sure back then where I shopped
but what in the world was I doing at a party…in a shirt AND a tank top?
My shirt wasn’t even buttoned…I imagine I thought my outfit would beguile…
but looking back now I have to wonder…if I ever was in style?
I had a lot more hair 30 years ago…since then it has found a way
to vacate most of the top of my head…what’s left is a hazy shade of grey.
My arms have not lost any hair…near as I can tell
but I’ll be darned if over the years they’ haven’t turned grey as well.
I mentioned William Shakespeare as this poem was about to begin…
Have no fear, forsooth my friends, this is where I bring him in.
I notice I have have some wrinkles now,…okay maybe more than some!
but it was Shakespeare who said ‘With mirth and laughter…let old wrinkles come.’
I kind of wish Shakespeare was at that party…
I might have asked him to lend me an ear…
He probably would have asked me about my clothes…
and I’d have offered him a beer.